If I was not needed, where would I belong?
If they needed me at first, why would they not need me now?
If it was their mistake to not see, why would it be my mistake?
I wish I was special, not redundant.
I wish they would put away others instead
So I could be left out of misery.
If I was born to be a nobody,
Is it too much to be wanted as a good human?
Why would men help some women and not other women?
Why do old people prefer old people for a chat?
Why are people selfish because of what they love or hate?
Why are people suffering for strangers they only just met?
Cold and gone,
I come and go in the minds of them.
Bye again, omitted as air.
- Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander. Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe juices and in no relation to any actual entities).